Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.